Strangling a Boulder Headache

Eyeglasses pull down my forehead.
Eyes press together.

Pain shoots out the temples
To clenched jaw.

Muscles wrestle the inside out
Strangling a boulder of thought tangles.

A Strangler fig growing around a boulder at Katandra Reserve, near Gosford, New South Wales, Australia. It is a prominent landmark along Toomeys Walk. The boulder is around 1.5m in diameter.

By O. Baudys (Own work) [CC-BY-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

Where You Live ... Tears of Aging Cobwebs

Where you live
captures dropped thoughts,

Crusted memories

In closed music boxes.

Moving stirs thought tangles
swirled into the tears of aging cobwebs.

 

Memory dust and cat whiskers

Dance and unwind as the lid is lifted.

Penny Mayes [CC-BY-SA-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

Who Am I?

From moment to moment
Thoughts reinvent myself.

The mind throws many stones
On the surface of the lake
That mirrors only past and future.

The now creates a sense of self
That interconnects all.

Stereoscopic view of Mirror Lake, Yosemite Valley, CA, U.S.A

 

Source: By Singley, B. L. (Benjamin Lloyd) -- Photographer [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Storm Tickles

Tree branches reach out into the storm
while the woodpecker bobs and alights on the swinging clothesline.

Then it  flies back to the familiar steady  trunk of its home
Tickling the tree branches who dared stretch out to test the wind.

Photo by Michael L. Baird

Thought Tangles

Ears hiss.
Traffic whizzes and shoots through
my mind's thought tangles.

Adjusting posture
back to the slow pulse
of body's diaphragm

In and out
Over and under
the breath rocks
gently loose the tangles.

Discover more small stones loosening thought tangles through Mindful Writing at
https://tasshin.com/blog/a-cat-i-loved/

Mindful Writing, A Tool for Living in the Now. A Moment's Peace.

Ice sheets drape the inside of the window's glass
And the silent sentry cat watches the outside movements through the ice trails.

Meanwhile Arctic frigid air greets
the steaming breaths of the waiting crowd at the bus stop
Amid the tail swish of the traffic's tires on the road.

The day's light creeps in on sentinel paws.
Peaceful awe of the moment.


For other ideas about Mindful Writing see
Writing Our Way Home: Engage the World through Mindful Writing